Gemotions

The mansion felt vast and empty. Her sister, Chloe, was already on the phone, discussing the sale of the property. For her, it was a business deal, a transaction. For Maya, it was the echo of a life lived. She wandered through the grand rooms, a ghost in her own family history.

She discovered her inheritance in the hidden alcove: a small, intricately carved music box. It played a simple melody, a lullaby from her childhood. She wound it up, listening to the tune, and she closed her eyes, remembering. She placed it in her pocket and slowly walked from the building.